| Somewhere in between this ocean and mountainside
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| I have this dream, I think of it still sometimes
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| I know it’s just the season
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| I sense no time nor reason
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| The sky falls down, it’s evening
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| The feeling goes, it’s leaving
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| Miles until this desert brings me back to your face
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| Those eyes you know I think of them still sometimes
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| But you’re away in Eden
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| And I’m still here, the heathen
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| This times for real, we’re even
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| We do this for the season
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| I cross the sand without your hand
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| I go back to where it all began
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| Where I was yours and you were mine
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| Things seem so soon to say goodbye
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| I hope you’re well, as I am fine
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| I keep to myself where I go where I lie
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| I woke up in a cave
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| No air, no light, no shade
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| When did things turn this way
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| I miss you on certain days |